I swear to you, in heaven. You never cut me slack ONCE during this month that has probably been the worst month of my life. And somehow, through some irony of god, through some joke that he finds funny, that the supreme brean finds funny, my birthday ends up at the end of this month that I have had the most brutal time of. I'm supposed to sit here and drink and have a great time, and act like nothing's happened whatsoever. I have been brutalized through this month, and you NEVER EVER cut me one ounce of slack. Not once did you ever say "HEY -- I'm here for YOU!" It was always "HEY - I'M HERE FOR ME!" and this was... -- Go ahead, Ronnie.